FATE IS A REAL MOTHA FOR YA
(an excerpt)
His story begins at his pinnacle, at least by his standards. He thought he had everything—success, money, fancy cars, a wife, side chick, and lots of one-night stands. His life couldn’t get any better. But one evening, with a full moon hanging in a velvet sky, a woman walked into his world and his wild ways instantly ended.
From his new beginning to his life now, I know his story well because it is my story, too.
My name was Karin Grant, and I spent many years in television news, rising to the coveted spot of news anchor.
When I accepted an offer at a TV station in New Orleans, I crossed paths with Noah Hopkins. I remember the exact date we met—October 11, 1985. Since details like this are not his strong suit, he trusts my memory.
We both recall our introduction at NEXUS, the two-story club he established on Elysian Fields in a blue-collar neighborhood near the lakefront in New Orleans.
It was a busy Friday night with a packed house, yet we were in an imaginary bubble—talking, laughing, and beginning a journey, mapped out by the hand of fate.
That night and everything that led up to it often replays in my head like a favorite movie that never gets old.
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